Little Tag has hit a snag.
A bright light in our lives for
over twelve years,
Tag gave us chuckles, smiles,
His Little Tag heart we knew
But a little more meds, and a
little more kiss,
Kept Tag perky and carrying on fine,
Until last night at a quarter-past nine.
Tag loved Lee; always tried to
Hid under the bed to hide his
Cam tried to tell us; she sniffed
Tag's eyes yelled silently "get prepared".
Our brave red Tag didn't howl or yelp,
But his puzzled face cried "I
need some help..."
Round two followed soon, and then another.
And Puck asked "where are you
taking my big brother?.
Off to the clinic with Lee and me
To start more meds; to start an I.V.
Then home, home again.
Tag's final lightning storm struck about four.
Now Tag's at rest. Tag suffers no more.
Lee and I, we'll be fine...But...
We're sure going to miss our
red and white mutt.
Very special friend to both or
us, and to everyone he met.
Rest in Peace, Tag. You were a
good, good friend